Our hotel was on the beach and our room was on the 14th floor. No problem. Except ...
I really hate high places. I mean I really, really hate heights.
My sweet darlin' and I picking up shells.
Taking foot shots.
The last morning we were there, we sat at the table next to the window, both of us tapping away on our laptops and I began to feel strange. I looked out the window. Hmmm. Now what does that remind me of?
Are we in a Hitchcock movie?
In spite of the thrills, chills and quirky rabbits, we're really enjoying this vacation thing so far. We may do this again. HA!